Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.